Oratory On Paper

Undying Thirst

I thirst for the life juice

My kind it does seduce

Oh, so profuse

How I hate the abuse

But love the essence they produce

For what I do there is no excuse

However, I cannot resist the pleasure it does induce

I desire the crimson elixir

The scent makes the world a blur

It intoxicates me like liquor

Sir

Monsieur

I'm afraid your plea I cannot defer

You can try to deter

But your words are nothing but a slur

Because you taste of sweet larkspur

I crave the mortal sap

My lips feel chap

So while you nap

I'll brush aside your shoulder strap

And open your tap

Don't make a sound or your neck I will snap

I hunger for the vital tonic

Call me demonic

Chthonic

But this thirst is chronic

Though your screams are symphonic

I'll leave you aphonic

I will be laconic

I'm no nun

I'll eat you like a sally lunn

Because I love the taste of iron on my tongue

Oh, how fun!

The dinner bell has rung

So go ahead and run

I'll snuff out the little one

It tastes better when it's young

Put down your gun

Wail till I'm done

Because this thirst spares none